dreams lately
short poem
dreams lately
have been more like a
rolling out from under the house
than an emergence
from underwater
it’s difficult to say
whether this is because
i’m sleeping better or
waking up worse
in a typical morning
a passing train swaddles up my bed things
on the edges of the sleep mind
not yet announcing itself as the
rumble and horn and bone vibrations
of a train until the eternal librarian
of my subconscious is ready to file it
into the familiar
and give it a word
thereby bursting into the bright room
tearing down the fence separating me
from the near distance and
dragging me to the river
the silence of the morning
is raging with the promise
of an unhurried cacophony
pad to the bathroom
brush the teeth
make the coffee
read something esoteric
sit in quietude and pretend
to stop the flow for twenty minutes
rituals
they are the waking imitation of
those heavy dreams
what will i do first
what will i do next
how will i prepare myself
for revelation
how will i feel after the fall
when will i have an opportunity to
dream again.
~ steve spehar ©2020
